Chapter Forty-Three
Alina walked across the parking platform toward her flitter, her long hair fluttering in the stiff night breeze. This temporary apartment served her well enough, being her sixth this year. Time at home was rare for her, so it wasn’t a huge disadvantage to not live anywhere permanently. She was maintaining a residence in London at the moment, but she suspected she should change continents soon. Complacency led to people blowing a woman up while she was taking a shower.
She slowed, her boots clopping on the hard platform, feeling unsettled and taking a moment to reflect. She’d eschewed a true home for years, along with the accompanying true connections. It wasn’t something she thought about often, but it tended to percolate to the surface whenever she was preparing for
